Fragile
In the sacred hallways of heaven,
A crystal jewel so precious and rare.
Nestled amidst grass, thick and soft as down.
So soft and fragile, one must only whisper there.
Tis jewell, a beauty rare, so hard to find, unique.
So perfect and complete- but touch it and it breaks.
With our cracked, scarred hands, we are to hard.
So we visit there in dreams, that we forget when we wake.
Silence, untouchable it seems. To here a feat indeed.
To take hold, greater still, for the jewel's fragility
Is so great, we can but whisper it for fear it'll disappear.
This jewel is everything we wish that we could be.
Fragile-like a finch egg. A layer so thin you tremble in fear.
Like the water surface - feeling every vibration.
So perfectly delicate - like the blossoms just open - so fragrant.
To mishandle once brings condemnation.
Touch it gently, and pray to God that you don't break it.
And you may find something glorious beyond your dreams.
Break it, and you will find yourself screaming inside.
Each day and night, a tormented, tortured being.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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